There’s quite a lot of it, I’m sat here indoors by the fire listening to the traffic swish through the rain outside, I’m on my second cup of coffee, having used the first one to browse PoF and the usual fucking sites, fuck all fresh meat there.
Last night I went out to meet a skank, from the photos it was a 2 at best, but hey ho, the chat seemed on song, but I made it clear to her, she is buying the first round, and this was her one and only chance to play her cards right.
So this creature turns up, it only looks vaguely like the photos, but I am a brave mofo with no morals and no standards left, so I let the skank buy the drinks, and we chat for a minute or two, and I hit her with it, lets go and fuck, Y/N.
We walk outside and she says she is up for some fun and messing around, but she doesn’t fuck on first dates, I tell her, babe, if you don’t fuck on first dates there is no first date, the hambeast is visibly upset at this, clearly she has some idea that I’m prepared to wait, that there is some inherent quality in her that is masked by all the blubber that I am going to find alluring, if not irresistible, so she offers again to have some fun and messing around, there is the hint there that maybe she will fuck on first dates for me, but then again, maybe she won’t… penny hasn’t dropped that she has already blown it, she already spilled the beans, she already told me what her attitude is.
That’s the thing see, if you listen, people WILL fucking tell you all about themselves, they WILL tell you about their attitudes to life, and at that point, if yours are different, there is no point talking any more. Game over man.
This is why I have no time for anyone who works in politics, or law, or law enforcement, or social services, or sales, or hairdressing, or nail technicion (sic) or any of that other shit, there is just no point, the only interactions I can have with people with different attitudes is if they are working in a shop selling milk or bog paper and we execute a trivial financial transaction.
Part of listening, part of letting people tell you about themselves, is listening to and understanding language.
One of the PoF criteria is are you a smoker, and will you date one, and the choices of being a smoker are YES, NO and OCCASIONAL.
So, can I be an OCCASIONAL paedophile, an OCCASIONAL murderer, an OCCASIONALÂ liar, an OCCASIONAL enhanced interrogation operative?
No, not really, you either do shit, or don’t do shit, and the only possible nuances are might do shit in the future and used to do shit in the past.
I used to do grass / speed / acid, haven’t done it for fucking years, many many years, so that is a nuance on don’t do shit.
Apply this to PoF and you go from 30,000 eligible wimminz in your area, and start deleting all the ones with mentions of frogs, or making them smile, or live laugh love, or tossers in tinfoil, and so on, and don’t forget the non-verbal communications that nonetheless are just cues to actual verbal communications and attitudes, different colour hair in every pic, skanky tats on the tits, faces that look like they’d crack if they smiled naturally, and so on and so forth, and suddenly you are down from 30,000 eligible wimminz in your area to 30.
And just as my sarky definitions of OCCASIONAL above are varied, but all deal with the same thing, there are variations between a wimminz professed desires and self identity, and a politicians, or a cops, or a lawyers, or a sales droid, but at heart they are all exactly the same thing, as Vonnegut said, they are religious self delusions, and god help you if you threaten or question any of them.
Language, as a medium of communication, has ceased to exist, it serves now only to obfuscate and obscure and mislead, dictionaries are worthless and the meanings of every single word are so fluid and vague as to be meaningless.
My words to the skank last night prior to our meeting, and during it, were quite clear and concise and left no room whatsoever for ambiguity.
At least they did in a vanishing world where language as a medium of communication still existed as a viable and normal medium of informational exchange.
To the skank, who had long since abandoned that world, they were just gurgling sounds like you make to a baby, totally devoid of meaning, but you have a sexy voice she says, and to be fair, her words were also totally devoid of meaning.
I want to be quite clear on this, I’d lay good money I could have gone along with her fun and messing around, and ended up fucking her, I’d lay good money it was more than a possibility, well into the realms of distinct probability, albeit not a certainty.
Thing is, that would have taken EFFORT on my part, which is kinda where were came in with the title of this, in that the things I kinda maybe oughta should be doing instead of typing this, well, they require EFFORT, and the REWARD does not entice me to make the EFFORT.
I have said this before on this blog, people talk about love and hate and war and destructions and all sorts of things, they are all ACTIONS, but by far the most powerful and long lasting thing is APATHY.
Apathy doesn’t look like much, nor does rain and running water, but it makes mountains crumble and carves the land and turns all iron into rust and so on and so forth.
Over time, its a powerful motherfucker, immensely powerful, and it is what creeps in, puts its feet up, and makes itself at home in your soul when efforts are not met by just rewards.
For 99.999% of the female population, I am bored shitless by any prospect of any interaction with you that is more complex than me emptying my balls in you.
For the males, by the way, you don’t even offer me THAT fucking utility, so lets not have any shit about AfOR being a misogynist, wimminz have it better than niggerz.
For that 99.999% of the female population, your feewings on the matter are an irrelevance, just. not. fucking. interested.
YOU CHOOSE TO BE THE WAY YOU ARE.
Me feeling of total apathy at the prospect of playing your game by your rules doesn’t make me (insert insults here)
I’m not even trying to save the world, or the wimminz, or the niggerz, by the same token, I’m not trying to bring it down, see I could have gone back with that skank last night, she WANTED me to, but the only roles available in that play weren’t roles that appealed to me, and some of the possible outcomes were even less appealing, ooh, you coerced me into sex… bitch, you aren’t worth any amount of coercion, I need bribing to empty my balls into you… geddit?? No, apparently not.
What I am is flatly refusing to do, for the word, the wimminz, the niggerz, is ***any*** maintenance on it, the only shit I am looking out for is my own shit, in feminazi speak, deal with it.
I made it abundantly clear to last night’s skank, the instant I was the only one putting effort into it, game over, and no bitch, turning up in your hambeast body does not fucking constitute sufficient effort. Demonstrating both a willingness and an enthusiasm to fuck does.
Who knows, it is entirely possible that by opening that particular door, you could continue to demonstrate same, and hold my interest for some considerable time.
A few weeks ago I fucked a similar hambeast (all you bro’s out there owe me lots of beers for saving y’all from the task..lol) and she got it more right than last nights, she was willing to get down and dirty from the get go, maybe 15 minutes after meeting her we were in bed with her tits tied up and her tongue deep in my ass before I emptied my balls into her skanky hole.
She fucked up because she wanted a lot *more* kinky shit, effort and reward again, she expected me to go to a lot of extra effort to give her *all* the kinky shit she desired, but there were no *extra* rewards for me, sure, maybe she is more suited to a guy who is a proper sadist, or a guy who actually hates wimminz, but that ain’t my problem, every transaction is different, and every transaction has to equate effort to reward.
That, at the heart of it, is why I am single today, I haven’t found a wimminz whose attitudes to effort and reward match my own, that would make her a woman, after all.
That, at the heart if it, is why I am still in the day job I am in, and not in any other job, the pay reward sucks, but the effort required to get it is equally minimal, hell, I did 50 hours actual work in October just gone by, but still got paid 9-5 Monday to Friday.
That, at the heart of it, is why I am still basically a happy and relaxed and nice person with a reasonable amount of charm and charisma, unlike all the ugly wimminz and niggerz, who all expend far more effort on their collective delusions than they get back in rewards for doing so…
